Store Closed

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  • Dedicated to my sister,who loves owls
                                    

    The cashier of the shop looked around and smiled.It was time to close.Midnight was going to hit in five minutes.

  She grabbed the keys and went out the door,locking it as she went.It now hit midnight.The owl neckelice in the glass table blinked.It then formed into an owl.

    It was dinner time had she had to go.She flew out the glass table and the window.Glass shattered every where.She was in trouble for sure now.She had to come soon.

  It was morning when the cashier came in with a smile.She looked up and froze:she saw glass all over the shop.Her mouth dropped open.Was it a burglar, or bird?But what she knew for sure was that she was in trouble.

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